Courtside Lyrics

I'm on that court ballin' who that is? they left me so stranded

They left me abandoned, I was looking for my mammy

I was hurt Critical Damage, I had to lay down couldn't stand it

I be on that block, hustlin' with my bro

I check my phone, that's my hoe

She tryna spam, she be bogus

I be going ham on these hoes

Bitch, I'm ballin' check the score

I got Amiri on my Coat

I pour that Larry in my Coke

I keep a Blicky in my pocket, I ain't tryna go sad

I know these niggas pocket watching bitch I pull up with that Bag

And I get jiggy doin' my Dance

Bitch, I don't be flexin' with no Counterfeit

I'm in that Cat with my Mans

I'm a little different, y'all can't fuck with it

I double that cup and I'm pouring up lean I'm feening

I'm waving that red flag and I'm clearing the scene

I got a Glock 10 with a green beam

And that bitch go bing bing bing

Ooh and I'm selling dreams

And I'm smoking on strong, Collard Green

I wanna pop that twat, she told me to link

Had to tell that lil hoe, Don't come over here

Aye I came through, runnin' through this bitch like Adrian Peterson

Cold blooded stepper keeping A heater Man

I'm aWalking Gorilla that boy is a Cheetah Fan

Hollon, hollon, hollon, hollon

I'm on that strong shit, that Hercules

I be walking em down I'm making one call

If he don't hit back, I'm goin in

Im Sipping Henny to the face with no follow up I'm crazy

I was Scrollin' through my phone all These hoes Want my baby

I'm like damn that is crazy Bitch, cause I can't do that right there nah,

I pull up and pop it I'm knockin' it down

I'm diggin' her body, she diggin' my style

Im Richer than yo boyfriend, bitch, I don't give a fuck

I call my side hoe when I'm Boredom, Bitch im tryna Fuck

Ima keep it a buck with you, I don't fuck with you

I just wanna see progress I'm tryna slide, what would Jesus do?

I wanna put that Boy to Rest

I Swear my mind on that money and that money on my mind

Can't waste no time with no bitch so you know I'm on my Grind

I know they gon' hate on me, yeah, that's fine

I wanna roll me a blunt right now I wanna get lit, like right now

Please turn me up don't turn me down

Hey I got a bad bitch She from Savannah,

She be on that block With a hunnid drum Banana

Ima bad boy she rude, bitch you better watch your manners

And I told her keep it cool, bitch you know I keep a fan on me

I got alot of Love keep it to myself

She ain't talkin' no money I tell her I'm deaf

She played a Foul, I feel like a Ref

And I throw in that flag, she gotta be dealt

Ain't nobody real, there's nobody left

And You left me alone with somebody else

Like, What are you on? what happened to us?

My heart so cold, I lost my Trust

I done Lost my fuckin' patience

Bitch, I'm tryna make it

I done told her about that sad shit A Savage I'm Pacing

And I put that on my bro, Cadence

Bitch, all my diamonds races,

Looking at Your jewelry you need Maintenance

You flexing hard Make it Make sense

Ayy she Shake that ass in my Condo

Beating her back in, that is a Combo

But I ain't gon' lay up, I ain't Lonzo

She sucking my, from the, Never mind ho

I told that bitch don't waste my time tho

She started Crying like she Quando

And I got money on my mind

And Ima ride until my time's Gone